Marrying My Ex's Uncle Full Movie Novels & Stories

Now that Jade was back in my life, I didn’t want to complicate it by adding his uncle. I remained calm and made notes in my head about how I was going to explain that I had a fiancé. Just when I thought he was not going to respond, he started talking. "You know you’re really funny; you walked to me and told me you were ready to even marry me. I asked that we get to know each other, but you refused; you said you wanted to do what your ex did, and now after marriage, you think you can just toss me aside; I’m not your fucking toy.” He sounded angry, and I didn’t respond as he was driving.

“Neola, it is your choice. I wouldn’t intervene. I wouldn’t beg you to stay. I am happy when you are happy, remember that. It is what you always wanted to do and I have no right to stop you.” She was silent as she process my words. Uncle return with plates of cheese and wine. He put it on the table and produce two special cups, “Let’s hold the ceremony of your marriage here then, if you are going away,” I look back at my uncle not believing him. “Honest and secretive. I will marry you both, no need to thank me,” He opens the wine before he pours it on the cup and look at us. “Say your vows then make a toast. You both have my blessing.”

It was the moment when the bedroom door opened while she was lost in thought. It was James, her ex. “How’s uncle?” James didn’t see Valeria at first and when his eyes landed on a confused woman; they both kept quiet. Mrs Stella explained to him, introduced them both and left the room. "I was sorry at first and felt bad for leaving you at the altar. But you–I didn’t know you could be such a desperate gold digger. You married my uncle who is in a coma. Don’t you have any shame, Valeria?” James spoke as he approached Valeria with a stern expression of hate. He couldn’t get over the fact that she moved on within hours.

You were the best thing that ever happened to me. A bitter laugh escaped her lips. She typed a reply slowly, savoring every word. SERENA: You know I’m with a hot man—your uncle—and he wouldn’t like it if I told him his little nephew is disturbing his wife. There was a pause. Then another message. Stop, Serena. Ben can’t do anything. I met you first. And Ben married you first because of a plan. Not love. You know that. I know that.

I’d die because of my dreadful uncle’s sins. “Please, I need time…” he begged. “Nonsense. Do I look like a fool to you?” Damion scraped my uncle Dexter’s face with his claws. What time did those spring out? “I have a proposal. You can take her. Marry her. She is beautiful and worth more than what we previously agreed on,” Uncle pleaded. His voice cracked. Yep, I am sure he’s about to die, and I am next. Wait, what? “Marriage? To this beast?!” I snapped. “Kill me then.”

“But in anything you do, better not make the mistake of nearing or disrespecting my wife ever again. The consequences will be too much for you to bear. And I mean every word I say. You know that more than anyone, don’t you?” Adrian glares at his uncle. “Unbelievable,” he mutters, taking a step backwards as he shakes the head. “Anyways, enjoy your time while it lasts.” He meets my gaze. “I can’t wait for this damn marriage to end so you can go to the streets and start begging, just like you’re supposed to.” And then, he’s gone, the sound of his shoes thudding against the ground echoing in the space around us until he disappears back into the house.

LILA’S POV He said it like he was asking if I wanted dumplings or pasta for dinner. “Excuse me?” I blurted. Adrian didn’t repeat himself. He just stood up from behind his desk, sliding his hands into his pockets like he was talking through a business deal. “We’re both in a jam,” he said. “I need to marry to take over Ambrosia. You need to marry to get away from your uncle. Seems like a no-brainer solution.”

The dress was the right one and she was getting married in it and everything else could wait. Damien drove them home, He was quite unusual and replied in monosyllables. "Your uncle seems really cool," Maya said. His hands shifted on the wheel. Just slightly. "He's all right." "You seemed uncomfortable." "We're fine." He checked his mirror. "He's been away and Things changed while he was gone so He's adjusting." Maya nodded then She watched the road. Damien checked his rearview mirror, clearing his throat and shifting his grip on the steering wheel.

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.